Keith J Varadi

Concorde: A Western Tone PoemDecember 29 - February 28

Capitalism stole my ass, and now I'm breathless in the buzz bin. A gap to fold; a banana to peel. Keep the body in sync. As you know, a lifetime of slip-ups will leave you sneezing on powder like a newborn son of a bitch. Christ is currently out of the office, auto-replying lures to the masses. And these days, prisms don't spin themselves.